40 Years In The Airport

365 Writing Challenge, Day 33

I watch the flight tracker in the airport with unpausing eyes. My flight’s been delayed by an hour, and at this point, I’m certain to miss my connection.

I imagine my luggage paused somewhere in the bowels of the airport. The conveyer belt has stopped, stranding the turquoise bags somewhere in isolation.

I look back up at the clock. One minute gone. Fifty-nine to go.

The airport bar stands as an island of salvation. The bartender is my messiah and the bottle of Bombay my manna.

I order a G&T, extra on the G and continue to wait.

Ten minutes down, an eternity to go.


This post is part of my 365 Fiction Writing Challenge. Read my self-imposed rules and other posts here.
Click here for yesterday’s post: Do Not Pass Go
Click here for tomorrow’s post: Are We There Yet?